Some Trees Lyrics - Why There Are Mountains - Cymbals Eat Guitars

And now a road connects the cul-de-sac 

To the adjacent development 

But there used to be trees stretching back 

And there was no way through 

And I was thankful for the mystery 

But by the time that girl had hanged herself 

I could have looked out my back window 

And watched her neck just snap 

Baseball field lights that shine 

Over the shedding pine 

Each bulb's a blinding sphere 

In the secular nation 

Unhurried sirens moan 

Pitches that glaze my eyes 

She's just a pale fleshy typewriter-light advertisement for a wind chime that emits rays which resonate in the polluted sky 

All entrances to the 

Merritt blocked off I mean 

I'd love to believe that death's 

Just the beginning as the 

Shutters fly open and the 

Breeze gives me pause 

I know what's out there 

morning phone calls silence and resentment and craters a new moon built in a line